Luyện nghe bài hát Antiquary To Mediocrity

Birthright osurtiers
That only God has the to judge
Versailles'
to mediocrity

We are parasites
Using weapons
our poison into the
Miraculous healer Champagne

compassion for Marivaux's habits
Bleed to white our skin
Of our vices attraction
For the side

Retarded child of
I had the utmost
Of my rank
against flattery

Human life far from humilation purpose
Under the of a fickle eaglet,
Inaccessible to

me
Been in favour to the
to mediocrity
Paying my court to my queen

Enter the high
words grate Appollon's smiles
Dismissed of our obsession
on the surface of flesh

with the the head on the block,
I will languishly
My brother the executioner, to mediocrity

Draw my one by one
out the carapace lair
Re-echoing under point)lace
Of a baroque baroness

under the breast
Suffered of bu mondaine
Let me in a ripe fruit
Blossom out from a bough

Marie Antoinete, I you so
As a distress flow
Heartlessness my love
Usher in the high

mistress of my chaste night
Libertines in the floral park
at the sight horsewhip my body
In silk sheets